The Puppet Show!: Runaway
Chad was actually asleep when the beeper on his end went off. He snorted and jumped awake, grumbling and a little weary but then saw the number that was calling. He slapped himself awake and ran out of the house going straight to Anna’s. When he got to her house, he was expecting to hear a ruckus but there was silence. He climbed up the tree and tapped on the window gently at Anna’s window. When she opened the window Chad would be laying on a sturdy branch. “You know, I would quote a Shakespeare piece… but I hate that man.” He laughed a little.
Anna giggled at his quip and stood up, motioning for him to come in, eagerly.
“S’il vous plaît, come in!” She quietly squeaked with a grin, offering her hand.
He wasn’t worried or upset, which was good. Seeing Chad after seeing Frollo was a huge breath of fresh air. She was elated.He smiled, taking her hand and climbing in through the window. “So, Quel est le problème cherie?” He looked around her room admiring any artwork that were on the walls and smiling.
“Oh! Right. Um. What is a gypsy? I’ve never heard that before.” Anna chirped, tilting her head to the side, curiously. She felt a little silly paging him for a definition, but he seemed happy to be there.
“You don’t know? Oh my, then what I said this morning must have not made any sense.” He laughed. “Hm well, let me see….” He saw a dictionary and picked it up, reading the definition inside. “…well that makes less sense.” He laughed again and sat down on the bed. “Well, a gypsy is… hm.. how to explain… well, I was once a gypsy, in Paris. I had many friends just like myself, we were very poor, we had to steal and sometimes even subject ourselves to prostitution just to make sure we didn’t starve. But, we performed in the street, playing music and card tricks, magic things like that, but to others, we were outcasts. Thieves and tramps, that’s all we were, like we weren’t people. We were even forced to live underground since we were not welcome on the outside, unless it was Topsy Tuvry day, that was the one day out of the year we got to express ourselves without being judged or hated. Is any of this making sense?”
Anna listened to Chad with mixed feelings. On one hand, she sympathized with the fact he was poor and had to steal just to feed himself and was treated as an outcast. On the other hand, playing music and performing magic tricks sounded like a lot of fun. It sounded like a gypsy led a more free and adventurous life than hers.
“A…a little.” she answered, still trying to figure out how to feel.
“It sounds…horrible that you and your friends were treated like outcasts…but wonderful that you got to do magic and play music and do those amazing tricks like you did this morning!” She smiled at the end. She thought for a moment.
“What is prostitution?” She chirped, curiously, staring up at Chad innocently.He smiled a little nervously hoping he gave a good enough explanation and hopes she doesn’t think any less of him, especially about him being a prostitute. He took a glance around, about to ask about any of the art in her room, wondering if they were her creations or something, but then she interjected with a question on what prostitution was. He froze up and his eyes widen a little, turning more nervous. “….U-Um…” He cleared his throat. “W-Well it…” He sighed heavily. “Well how old are you? Uh, never mind, not gonna lie to you; it’s where you get paid to have sex with people. Literally anyone. Women, men, old, young, rich, whoever has the money to give, we have sex with them.”
Anna understood what sex was but her mother only taught her that it was to make children after marriage. It still didn’t make much sense. She held her head in shame.
“I’m sorry…my parents never taught me these type of things.” she admitted slowly, rubbing her arms in embarrassment.
“I…I still don’t understand. M-Maman said that sex was for making children after getting married. I’m so sorry. I must seem so stupid.” she whispered the last part, hanging her head even lower.
Anna hated feeling so dumb on certain subjects in front of Chad. Things like this only reminded her of how little she knew of the outside world.
She felt such sorrow that he had to subject himself to that which he seemed very uncomfortable about. Anna supposed only the bravest people could be gypsies.He sighed and shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, you just aren’t being taught every aspect of things that should be…” When she said what she was taught about sex, he hung his head a little and groaned to himself, embarrassed that he has to go into more depth about it. “U-Um okay…. Well.. you were told how sex happens right? Like, what exactly a man and a woman do, right? Well… not everyone does it just for children and after getting married… many people have sex because of the pleasure… it feels awesome… and they don’t do it with just one person forever, they do it with whoever they want sometimes… and when they can’t find someone to willingly do it, they go and pay someone to do it, because if they get paid, they have no choice to to have sex with them.. Does that make sense?”
“I think I understand.” She nodded. So Chad had made people feel awesome in order to survive. Anna still didn’t quite fully grasp the gravity of getting paid for sex, or how good it felt, but it was a start.
“Oh I’ve made you uncomfortable. Je suis désolé. Here. Lets talk about something else.” She suggested, grasping his upper arm in comfort.
“What’s Topsy Turvy day?”He sighed gently. He’d never met someone who was unaware of sex and it’s various meanings. He looked at her and shook his head. “No you’re not, I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just not sure if I fully explained… it’s a little frustrating on your parent’s end for not teaching you everything.” When she asked what topsy turvy day was, he laughed a little. “Topsy Turvy day is the feast of fools. It’s where everyone takes a day off from everything, school, work, church, and just have fun. We have games, magic shows, dancing, puppet shows, lots of drinking and then we have our main event, the king of fools. Anyone who can make the ugliest face is crowned king.”
Anna’s face lit up.
“Oh wow that sounds like so much fun! I wish Storybrooke had a Topsy Turvy Day. I would have loved to have gone at least once.” she smiled.
“Wait! What if we made one?!” she eagerly chirped, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.He chuckled and smiled nodding. “Heh yeah, it was a lot of fun. Well uh-” He stopped when she suggested they make one. It wasn’t that Chad didn’t want to… It was too painful to have a festival like that without Esmeralda, and something where he would have a reminder of who he once was. He took a moment of pause to think of a lie before he patted her head gently and smiled. “That’s a great idea. I did try to get one started, but the mayor declined it. She’s a bit on the rough side.”
“Oh.” she uttered in understanding. Anna’s father sometimes spoke of Mayor Regina during dinner. He praised her, but she sounded like a frightening woman, but certainly not more frightening than Judge Frollo.
She quickly thought of something other than that horrible man. Something safe. Chad’s house. She remembered the sheet of music she read.
“Oh! Um what instruments do you play?” her eyes lit up.
Anna played the flute ever since she was young. Granted, her parents only allowed her to play holy music, but she still enjoyed playing. Perhaps he would get to play with Chad someday.
The Puppet Show!: Runaway
Chad was actually asleep when the beeper on his end went off. He snorted and jumped awake, grumbling and a little weary but then saw the number that was calling. He slapped himself awake and ran out of the house going straight to Anna’s. When he got to her house, he was expecting to hear a ruckus but there was silence. He climbed up the tree and tapped on the window gently at Anna’s window. When she opened the window Chad would be laying on a sturdy branch. “You know, I would quote a Shakespeare piece… but I hate that man.” He laughed a little.
Anna giggled at his quip and stood up, motioning for him to come in, eagerly.
“S’il vous plaît, come in!” She quietly squeaked with a grin, offering her hand.
He wasn’t worried or upset, which was good. Seeing Chad after seeing Frollo was a huge breath of fresh air. She was elated.He smiled, taking her hand and climbing in through the window. “So, Quel est le problème cherie?” He looked around her room admiring any artwork that were on the walls and smiling.
“Oh! Right. Um. What is a gypsy? I’ve never heard that before.” Anna chirped, tilting her head to the side, curiously. She felt a little silly paging him for a definition, but he seemed happy to be there.
“You don’t know? Oh my, then what I said this morning must have not made any sense.” He laughed. “Hm well, let me see….” He saw a dictionary and picked it up, reading the definition inside. “…well that makes less sense.” He laughed again and sat down on the bed. “Well, a gypsy is… hm.. how to explain… well, I was once a gypsy, in Paris. I had many friends just like myself, we were very poor, we had to steal and sometimes even subject ourselves to prostitution just to make sure we didn’t starve. But, we performed in the street, playing music and card tricks, magic things like that, but to others, we were outcasts. Thieves and tramps, that’s all we were, like we weren’t people. We were even forced to live underground since we were not welcome on the outside, unless it was Topsy Tuvry day, that was the one day out of the year we got to express ourselves without being judged or hated. Is any of this making sense?”
Anna listened to Chad with mixed feelings. On one hand, she sympathized with the fact he was poor and had to steal just to feed himself and was treated as an outcast. On the other hand, playing music and performing magic tricks sounded like a lot of fun. It sounded like a gypsy led a more free and adventurous life than hers.
“A…a little.” she answered, still trying to figure out how to feel.
“It sounds…horrible that you and your friends were treated like outcasts…but wonderful that you got to do magic and play music and do those amazing tricks like you did this morning!” She smiled at the end. She thought for a moment.
“What is prostitution?” She chirped, curiously, staring up at Chad innocently.He smiled a little nervously hoping he gave a good enough explanation and hopes she doesn’t think any less of him, especially about him being a prostitute. He took a glance around, about to ask about any of the art in her room, wondering if they were her creations or something, but then she interjected with a question on what prostitution was. He froze up and his eyes widen a little, turning more nervous. “….U-Um…” He cleared his throat. “W-Well it…” He sighed heavily. “Well how old are you? Uh, never mind, not gonna lie to you; it’s where you get paid to have sex with people. Literally anyone. Women, men, old, young, rich, whoever has the money to give, we have sex with them.”
Anna understood what sex was but her mother only taught her that it was to make children after marriage. It still didn’t make much sense. She held her head in shame.
“I’m sorry…my parents never taught me these type of things.” she admitted slowly, rubbing her arms in embarrassment.
“I…I still don’t understand. M-Maman said that sex was for making children after getting married. I’m so sorry. I must seem so stupid.” she whispered the last part, hanging her head even lower.
Anna hated feeling so dumb on certain subjects in front of Chad. Things like this only reminded her of how little she knew of the outside world.
She felt such sorrow that he had to subject himself to that which he seemed very uncomfortable about. Anna supposed only the bravest people could be gypsies.He sighed and shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, you just aren’t being taught every aspect of things that should be…” When she said what she was taught about sex, he hung his head a little and groaned to himself, embarrassed that he has to go into more depth about it. “U-Um okay…. Well.. you were told how sex happens right? Like, what exactly a man and a woman do, right? Well… not everyone does it just for children and after getting married… many people have sex because of the pleasure… it feels awesome… and they don’t do it with just one person forever, they do it with whoever they want sometimes… and when they can’t find someone to willingly do it, they go and pay someone to do it, because if they get paid, they have no choice to to have sex with them.. Does that make sense?”
“I think I understand.” She nodded. So Chad had made people feel awesome in order to survive. Anna still didn’t quite fully grasp the gravity of getting paid for sex, or how good it felt, but it was a start.
“Oh I’ve made you uncomfortable. Je suis désolé. Here. Lets talk about something else.” She suggested, grasping his upper arm in comfort.
“What’s Topsy Turvy day?”He sighed gently. He’d never met someone who was unaware of sex and it’s various meanings. He looked at her and shook his head. “No you’re not, I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just not sure if I fully explained… it’s a little frustrating on your parent’s end for not teaching you everything.” When she asked what topsy turvy day was, he laughed a little. “Topsy Turvy day is the feast of fools. It’s where everyone takes a day off from everything, school, work, church, and just have fun. We have games, magic shows, dancing, puppet shows, lots of drinking and then we have our main event, the king of fools. Anyone who can make the ugliest face is crowned king.”
Anna’s face lit up.
“Oh wow that sounds like so much fun! I wish Storybrooke had a Topsy Turvy Day. I would have loved to have gone at least once.” she smiled.
“Wait! What if we made one?!” she eagerly chirped, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.
the torture garden: there are five girls, and you are all of them.
1.
she has danger tattooed to the places
where her skin holds the wind the tightest and
kisses hanging from her hair like split ends
but she will not cut them off, she will not.2.
she smiles like venom and holds herself
like bowing parentheses and she likes to
collect postcards, dreaming of…
The Puppet Show!: Runaway
Chad was actually asleep when the beeper on his end went off. He snorted and jumped awake, grumbling and a little weary but then saw the number that was calling. He slapped himself awake and ran out of the house going straight to Anna’s. When he got to her house, he was expecting to hear a ruckus but there was silence. He climbed up the tree and tapped on the window gently at Anna’s window. When she opened the window Chad would be laying on a sturdy branch. “You know, I would quote a Shakespeare piece… but I hate that man.” He laughed a little.
Anna giggled at his quip and stood up, motioning for him to come in, eagerly.
“S’il vous plaît, come in!” She quietly squeaked with a grin, offering her hand.
He wasn’t worried or upset, which was good. Seeing Chad after seeing Frollo was a huge breath of fresh air. She was elated.He smiled, taking her hand and climbing in through the window. “So, Quel est le problème cherie?” He looked around her room admiring any artwork that were on the walls and smiling.
“Oh! Right. Um. What is a gypsy? I’ve never heard that before.” Anna chirped, tilting her head to the side, curiously. She felt a little silly paging him for a definition, but he seemed happy to be there.
“You don’t know? Oh my, then what I said this morning must have not made any sense.” He laughed. “Hm well, let me see….” He saw a dictionary and picked it up, reading the definition inside. “…well that makes less sense.” He laughed again and sat down on the bed. “Well, a gypsy is… hm.. how to explain… well, I was once a gypsy, in Paris. I had many friends just like myself, we were very poor, we had to steal and sometimes even subject ourselves to prostitution just to make sure we didn’t starve. But, we performed in the street, playing music and card tricks, magic things like that, but to others, we were outcasts. Thieves and tramps, that’s all we were, like we weren’t people. We were even forced to live underground since we were not welcome on the outside, unless it was Topsy Tuvry day, that was the one day out of the year we got to express ourselves without being judged or hated. Is any of this making sense?”
Anna listened to Chad with mixed feelings. On one hand, she sympathized with the fact he was poor and had to steal just to feed himself and was treated as an outcast. On the other hand, playing music and performing magic tricks sounded like a lot of fun. It sounded like a gypsy led a more free and adventurous life than hers.
“A…a little.” she answered, still trying to figure out how to feel.
“It sounds…horrible that you and your friends were treated like outcasts…but wonderful that you got to do magic and play music and do those amazing tricks like you did this morning!” She smiled at the end. She thought for a moment.
“What is prostitution?” She chirped, curiously, staring up at Chad innocently.He smiled a little nervously hoping he gave a good enough explanation and hopes she doesn’t think any less of him, especially about him being a prostitute. He took a glance around, about to ask about any of the art in her room, wondering if they were her creations or something, but then she interjected with a question on what prostitution was. He froze up and his eyes widen a little, turning more nervous. “….U-Um…” He cleared his throat. “W-Well it…” He sighed heavily. “Well how old are you? Uh, never mind, not gonna lie to you; it’s where you get paid to have sex with people. Literally anyone. Women, men, old, young, rich, whoever has the money to give, we have sex with them.”
Anna understood what sex was but her mother only taught her that it was to make children after marriage. It still didn’t make much sense. She held her head in shame.
“I’m sorry…my parents never taught me these type of things.” she admitted slowly, rubbing her arms in embarrassment.
“I…I still don’t understand. M-Maman said that sex was for making children after getting married. I’m so sorry. I must seem so stupid.” she whispered the last part, hanging her head even lower.
Anna hated feeling so dumb on certain subjects in front of Chad. Things like this only reminded her of how little she knew of the outside world.
She felt such sorrow that he had to subject himself to that which he seemed very uncomfortable about. Anna supposed only the bravest people could be gypsies.He sighed and shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, you just aren’t being taught every aspect of things that should be…” When she said what she was taught about sex, he hung his head a little and groaned to himself, embarrassed that he has to go into more depth about it. “U-Um okay…. Well.. you were told how sex happens right? Like, what exactly a man and a woman do, right? Well… not everyone does it just for children and after getting married… many people have sex because of the pleasure… it feels awesome… and they don’t do it with just one person forever, they do it with whoever they want sometimes… and when they can’t find someone to willingly do it, they go and pay someone to do it, because if they get paid, they have no choice to to have sex with them.. Does that make sense?”
“I think I understand.” She nodded. So Chad had made people feel awesome in order to survive. Anna still didn’t quite fully grasp the gravity of getting paid for sex, or how good it felt, but it was a start.
“Oh I’ve made you uncomfortable. Je suis désolé. Here. Lets talk about something else.” She suggested, grasping his upper arm in comfort.
“What’s Topsy Turvy day?”
why is bob short for robert
how does one get ‘billy’ out of ‘william’?
How in hell do you get “Dick” from “Richard”?
you ask him nicely
you ask him nicely
i have been waiting for yEARS FOR THIS POST TO COME BACK YOU DONT UNDERSTAND
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The Puppet Show!: Runaway
Chad was actually asleep when the beeper on his end went off. He snorted and jumped awake, grumbling and a little weary but then saw the number that was calling. He slapped himself awake and ran out of the house going straight to Anna’s. When he got to her house, he was expecting to hear a ruckus but there was silence. He climbed up the tree and tapped on the window gently at Anna’s window. When she opened the window Chad would be laying on a sturdy branch. “You know, I would quote a Shakespeare piece… but I hate that man.” He laughed a little.
Anna giggled at his quip and stood up, motioning for him to come in, eagerly.
“S’il vous plaît, come in!” She quietly squeaked with a grin, offering her hand.
He wasn’t worried or upset, which was good. Seeing Chad after seeing Frollo was a huge breath of fresh air. She was elated.He smiled, taking her hand and climbing in through the window. “So, Quel est le problème cherie?” He looked around her room admiring any artwork that were on the walls and smiling.
“Oh! Right. Um. What is a gypsy? I’ve never heard that before.” Anna chirped, tilting her head to the side, curiously. She felt a little silly paging him for a definition, but he seemed happy to be there.
“You don’t know? Oh my, then what I said this morning must have not made any sense.” He laughed. “Hm well, let me see….” He saw a dictionary and picked it up, reading the definition inside. “…well that makes less sense.” He laughed again and sat down on the bed. “Well, a gypsy is… hm.. how to explain… well, I was once a gypsy, in Paris. I had many friends just like myself, we were very poor, we had to steal and sometimes even subject ourselves to prostitution just to make sure we didn’t starve. But, we performed in the street, playing music and card tricks, magic things like that, but to others, we were outcasts. Thieves and tramps, that’s all we were, like we weren’t people. We were even forced to live underground since we were not welcome on the outside, unless it was Topsy Tuvry day, that was the one day out of the year we got to express ourselves without being judged or hated. Is any of this making sense?”
Anna listened to Chad with mixed feelings. On one hand, she sympathized with the fact he was poor and had to steal just to feed himself and was treated as an outcast. On the other hand, playing music and performing magic tricks sounded like a lot of fun. It sounded like a gypsy led a more free and adventurous life than hers.
“A…a little.” she answered, still trying to figure out how to feel.
“It sounds…horrible that you and your friends were treated like outcasts…but wonderful that you got to do magic and play music and do those amazing tricks like you did this morning!” She smiled at the end. She thought for a moment.
“What is prostitution?” She chirped, curiously, staring up at Chad innocently.He smiled a little nervously hoping he gave a good enough explanation and hopes she doesn’t think any less of him, especially about him being a prostitute. He took a glance around, about to ask about any of the art in her room, wondering if they were her creations or something, but then she interjected with a question on what prostitution was. He froze up and his eyes widen a little, turning more nervous. “….U-Um…” He cleared his throat. “W-Well it…” He sighed heavily. “Well how old are you? Uh, never mind, not gonna lie to you; it’s where you get paid to have sex with people. Literally anyone. Women, men, old, young, rich, whoever has the money to give, we have sex with them.”
Anna understood what sex was but her mother only taught her that it was to make children after marriage. It still didn’t make much sense. She held her head in shame.
“I’m sorry…my parents never taught me these type of things.” she admitted slowly, rubbing her arms in embarrassment.
“I…I still don’t understand. M-Maman said that sex was for making children after getting married. I’m so sorry. I must seem so stupid.” she whispered the last part, hanging her head even lower.
Anna hated feeling so dumb on certain subjects in front of Chad. Things like this only reminded her of how little she knew of the outside world.
She felt such sorrow that he had to subject himself to that which he seemed very uncomfortable about. Anna supposed only the bravest people could be gypsies.
How uncomfortably humans deal with silence.
I smell a fucking challenge
Lets do it Jesse
I love silence 45 min? bullshit xD
no, you don’t understand. My dad once told me that silence like this can make a man go insane after a few days. It’s not bullshit, you try staying in that room, where you can literally hear your heart beat as loud as you coughing, or whatever.
